Half A Heart {Zerrie} ON HOLD

So your friend's been telling me
You've been sleeping with my sweater
And that you can't stop missing me
Bet my friend's been telling you
I'm not doing much better
'Cause I'm missing half of me
And being here without you is like I'm waking up to
Only half a blue sky
Kinda there but not quite
I'm walking around with just one shoe
I'm half a heart without you
I'm half a man at best,
With half an arrow in my chest
I miss everything we do,
I'm half a heart without you


4. Chapter Three

Perrie’s POV

“Flight K48 to Heathrow International Airport is now boarding first class passengers,” was announced just as we got to the terminal. We had all woken up late, and had to rush to get to the airport. The same thing was announced a few seconds later, but in Portuguese, since we were in Portugal.

“Let’s go lads,” Liam said. Niall and Louis stopped to dig out their tickets and passports, so we went along without them. I was prepared and had my things in hand.

“Row 3, seat A and B,” Zayn instructed as we got onto the plane.

“Row three, row three,” I repeated quietly as to not forget our seats. “Row three! Seats A and B.” I pointed out the letters to show that I was right.

“Do you want the window?”

 I nodded in response. I passed Zayn my carry-on before I sat down. He quickly put everything in the overhead storage and sat down beside me. I leaned my head on his shoulder, and he instantly wrapped his arm around my shoulder. He kissed my temple and his head rested on mine.

“I love you,” He whispered to me while the safety video played.

“I love you too,” I whispered back.

  I was almost asleep on Zayn’s shoulder when Louis had yelled about them not having what he wanted. It was then I had realized that we had taken off and were flying back to London.

“No, I do not want turkey bacon! I want bacon bacon!” Louis complained.

“I’m sorry sir, but we ran out of normal bacon. All we have is turkey bacon!” I could tell the stewardess was getting stressed.

“Louis, stop stressing the stewardess out! If you can’t get bacon, get something else! Is it really that difficult?” Liam complained.

“Thank you Liam!” I rejoiced to myself, with Louis now quiet and content. My head hadn’t moved since before we took off, so I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. I was quite content, like a cat lying in the sun, when Louis woke me up again.

“Aw! Just look at them Liam! They’re so cute! Why can’t I have that?” Louis started to fake cry and complaining about him not having anyone to cuddle with.

“Louis! You have Eleanor!”

“Oh, right!” He skipped back to his seat, which was one row in front of ours.

“Thank you, Louis, for waking me up from my lovely nap!” Zayn thanked, very sarcastically.

“You’re very welcome!”

“That was sarcasm, Lou,” I elaborated.

“I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid, Perrie!”

 I rolled my eyes and put my head back down on Zayn’s shoulder. I closed my eyes and listened to Louis and Liam arguing over stupid things like the major detail problems in City Of Bones, and Niall constantly complaining to Harry about being bored, and/or hungry. I blocked everyone out and started to sleep for the small amount of time we had left on the plane.

  It felt like two minutes, but what was one hour later, I was woken up by Zayn poking my shoulder continuously. He said that we were starting our descent, so I had to wake up. I sat up while wiping my eyes.

“Where are we exactly?” I asked.

“Flying over England,” Zayn responded. I nodded my head and proceeded to look out of the window to my left. It seemed so small from ten-thousand plus feet up in the air. It seemed like a dollhouse for mice. For the next ten minutes or so, I started out of the window at the ground that got closer and closer each second. When we took a bit of a drop down, Zayn’s hand tensed in mine, like he thought the plane was going to crash.

“We’re fine,” I assured him.

“I just remember when Louis told me that planes did loop-de-loops, and I waited the whole ride, waiting for it.”

“I remember that story! You were so scared you almost –“

“So how about that weather we’ve been having?” Zayn asked, trying to change the subject.

“I don’t know, we’ve been in Spain and Portugal for the last few days,” I responded.

“I noticed.”

 I laughed silently at his agitation towards everyone. He wasn’t really angry, just a teensy bit mad at Louis and I for bringing up a “very scaring life experience” as he put it. I always laugh at him for calling it that, but it would be a little scary, thinking that a plane would do loop-de-loops. I would be terrified if planes did that.

  I spent the last ten minutes looking out of the window. The scene outside was beautiful, and it was home, which made it better. I even took out my phone to take a picture or ten.

“Ladies and Gentlemen thank you for choosing British Airways. Please, stay seated until we are fully docked. Again, thank you for choosing British Airways,” was announced after we had landed. I watched the landing strip from my window, watching the planes pass by.

“Are you ready to go to Bradford and be attacked by my family?”

  We were walking past the screaming fans, so Zayn had to whisper loudly in my ear. It still took a few seconds for it to acknowledge and respond to.

“Physically or verbally?”

“Both,” He said nonchalantly.

“Then no, I’m not ready at all.”

“Don’t worry! It won’t be my whole family! Verbally Doniya and my mum, and Safaa is known to jump onto her loved ones.”

“Oh, what, I’m a part of the Malik family now?”

“Well you will be soon.”

“If we ever get started planning, that is.”

  We had been engaged for almost one year, and we only knew that it was going to be in 2015. I haven’t even thought about my dress, and we haven’t given a specific date a second look after the all the attention when it was first announced. Everyone keeps asking us questions, too, and we always say that we have no idea. It doesn’t help, Zayn wants a wedding planner to help, I don’t care, but his mum wants to do it herself, my mum wants to do it herself, and Eleanor wants to do it herself.

“Then let’s start,” Zayn suggested.

“In the middle of an airport with nothing to write anything down on?”

“Not anything minor and specifc, broad details. Summer, winter, spring or fall wedding?”

“I’ve always loved Summer, but Fall is nice too,” I responded.


“Family and Friends, so 50-100?” It came out as more of a question, because I didn’t know how many people I would want to go.

“Traditional or our own vows?” That question was a no-brainer.

“Traditional, or mine would take about 5 days to read.”

“Why’s that?” Zayn asked.

“Because it would take that long to just start describing how much I love you, and why I love you,” I answered. He gave me a quick peck on the lips and the fans swooned.

“I love you guys!”, “You’re my OTP!”, and “Why must they be so cute?” Spread around the fans like a plague. Of course, hateful things were tossed around, but the majority were kind comments.

“Stop being so slow and hurry up! I’m hungry!” Louis nagged us.

“Well that was rude!” I said.

“The faster you walk the faster you can fuck each other, and the faster I see Eleanor. Now let’s move it people! It’s a win-lose-win situation!”

“What’s the lose?” Liam asked.

“You amaze me with your stupidity,” was all Louis said before walking up ahead towards Niall.

“What did I say?” Liam ran up ahead towards Louis, but was stopped by Harry.

“The faster they walk, the faster they can fuck. Which means . . .” Harry trailed off so Liam could try and catch up to what he was saying.

“Means what?”

  Harry facepalmed himself as a form of an answer and walked towards the baggage claim.

“What? No one’s explaining anything, so I don’t get it!” Liam’s face instantly turned from confusing to understanding. “Oh. Well this is awkward!”

“You have such weird friends,” I told the black-haired beauty to my left.

“You haven’t seen them on Red Bull.”

  We got our luggage and Zayn went to call a cab to take us back to his flat so he can get his car so we can drive to Bradford. It’s as confusing as it seems. While I waited for Zayn to be finished, I got squeezed from behind. When the pressure was taken off my bladder, I turned around and saw Eleanor standing behind me, averting her eyes all around the space.

“El!” I squealed.

“Pez!” She exclaimed.

“Does Louis know you’re here?” I asked.

“Not yet, no. I’m surprising him here, and Johannah and the girls are back at his flat. Now, tell me what it’s like on that tiny bus with five idiot boys,” she demanded.

“Very . . . different. They were always jumping around. And that was only them on sugar. They ran out of Red Bull a few shows earlier and Preston wouldn’t let them get anymore.”

  We talked for a minute or two before Zayn came back. Eleanor left to go find Louis, who was freaking out because he couldn’t find his luggage, and he had something important in there.

“I see you found Eleanor.”

“More like she found me.”

“Well are you ready to leave?”


Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...